Money Ain't $hit

You can drive a fifth-generation third motor oil truck

Or ride anywhere on your thumb and some luck

With muddy old boots or get around in your dirty bare feet

You can live in a trailer underneath a bridge

Havin' just enough ain't a wrong way to live

Life ain't about price tags, Cadillacs, or first class seats

'Cause money ain't shit at the end of the day

It don't love back, no, it ain't a fair trade

Can't buy back time, you let it get away

Tryna get a little more, a little bit more

Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly

Even if it could, when it gets to the eye

Of that needle that you gotta pass through

No, it ain't gonna fit

'Cause on them streets of gold, yeah, buddy

Money ain't shit

That's what the alley-cat trash-can old man said

As he pointed at the three words painted in red

On the dumpster where I was sure cuttin' my way through

He said, "I chased it for twenty good years of my life

It cost me my kids and a couple ex-wives

Everything they say it buys, buddy, it ain't true"

'Cause money ain't shit at the end of the day

It don't love back, no, it ain't a fair trade

Can't buy back time, you let it get away

Tryna get a little more, a little bit more

Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly

Even if it could, when it gets to the eye

Of that needle that you gotta pass through

No, it ain't gonna fit

'Cause on them streets of gold, yeah, buddy

Money ain't shit

Money, it ain't it

'Cause when it's all said and done, man, there you are

You better hope Heaven ain't got no cover charge

'Cause money ain't shit at the end of the day

It don't love back, no, it ain't a fair trade

Can't buy back time, you let it get away

Tryna get a little more, a little bit more

Money ain't shit and it ain't gonna fly

Even if it could, when it gets to the eye

Of that needle that you gotta pass through

No, it ain't gonna fit

'Cause on them streets of gold, yeah, buddy

Money ain't shit

On them streets of gold, yeah, buddy

Money ain't shit

No, it ain't shit